In the afternoon, but it was already dark. Autumn in the Northern Olympics, the days are very short.

Snow Scar sits alone on the exterior promenade on the second floor of the castle, which extends outwards to a vast observation deck beyond the cliffs and the blue and white sea of ice in North Ao.

The air was cold, but there was no wind.

He changed into a new outfit and looked at himself in the mirror, feeling very handsome, but he still didn't care, Roland's words upset Xue Zhen, he didn't care very much about the equality of men and women in the North Olympics, but Roland's last question echoed in his mind like an echo.

What he cared about was Roland's question, what he thought of the piano.

At first, he was a nasty little mud monkey, then a lifesaver for himself, and then a guide on the pilgrimage road, and because he asked for her, he had a thought in his heart that he had to let her, and this interest relationship obscured his true thoughts.

Snow Scar couldn't figure it out, so he didn't want to.

The priority now is how to get out of here and back into the real world.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Kevin waving to him on the observation deck.

After the battle in the small village, he and Kevin are also friends of life and death, and their relationship has become very good, and it feels like they are old at first sight.

Kevin also took off his knight's armor and changed into a new outfit, with an oversized shirt to look like a young priest.

Snowmark walked over and stood side by side with Kevin, who saw Kevin holding a small notebook and a quill.

"What are you doing?"

"There is a language that grows in my soul that tries to tell me an illusion, an illusion made of life, freedom and love......"

"What?"

Kevin shook his head: "I'm writing poetry." ”

"Poetry!

"What? Do you think we're all reckless?"

"That'...... What did you write?"

"I won't tell you! Wouldn't reading it to a person like you, who doesn't know poetry, playing the harp to a cow?"

"Who said I don't understand poetry," Xue Ji thought to himself, "You're afraid you've never heard of our oriental poetry!"

Sure enough, Kevin became interested: "Oh? ”

Xuechen cleared his throat and looked out against the railing, facing the sea, the spring flowers were blooming, and there were people in the villages below the mountain feeding horses, chopping wood, and traveling around the world, but Xuejin's mind was blank and he couldn't think of anything.

He wasn't a poet in the first place, and besides, people in the village were busy surviving, and few people talked about it. He had heard the village's witch doctor, Grandma Gullah, sometimes recite poems in the native language, but he understood it as a spell.

"Why do you want me to read it first, you read what you wrote to me first. "Snow marks are sold.

He really just wanted to hear what Kevin had to write and laugh at him.

"Oh, okay. ”

Sure enough, Kevin believed it, opened the small notebook, and cleared his throat:

"This is a poem that was just written, called 'The Bull'. ”

"Bull

"Like an angry bull

"You kicked me out of the house

"Forcing me to be in such a big world from now on

"Wandering

"Wandering

"I thought you sent me far away

"It's to leave me bruised all over

But he didn't notice

"In your eyes when you say goodbye

"A calf-licking bull

"Reluctant tears. ”

Kevin finished reading and looked at the snow marks.

Snowmark fell silent.

"It's poetry, but it's not neat at all. ”

This is the poem of Beiao. ”

Silent.

Although it does not rhyme, the heavy sadness and a deep feeling in the poem can be felt by the snow marks. This is the power of poetry, which can convey a common feeling even though it is spoken in different languages.

Snow Scar had intended to laugh at him after listening to him. But now after listening to this poem, I can't laugh out loud.

"This is a poem written by a knight who has taken refuge in the enemy to his father. Kevin said sadly.

"Well, that's well written. Snow Mark praised.

No wonder.

"Your father will understand you. ”

"I hope so. But the rest of the family elders are not necessarily the same. ”

"It seems that you come from a large family. ”

"I'm from the Hawkes family in the north, and I'm a well-known family in the north. In the North Olympics, the knights must have the support of the family, otherwise it will be difficult to move an inch. ”

"I'm afraid it's the same everywhere......" Snow Scar said a little lonely.

"It's your turn. Kevin snapped the little notebook shut and looked at the snow marks.

"What?"

"Oriental poetry. Kevin looked at the snow marks expectantly.

Xuechen suddenly felt embarrassed, he had dug a big hole, how could I know what kind of poetry? I just wanted to escape, but when I saw Kevin's expectant gaze, I couldn't bear it. I didn't expect Kevin to really love poetry, which is somewhat in contrast to his heroic appearance on the battlefield.

I scratched my ears and cheeks and thought about it for a long time, but I really remembered a song.

"This is an ancient poem called Where is the Road. ”

"You carry the burden

"I'm leading the horse

"The sunrise

"Send the sunset away

"Stepping on the bumpy road

"Fight the hardships and set off again

"Dare to ask where the road is

"The road is underfoot. ”

Kevin's shock seemed to be engraved on his face: "Isn't this a poem written for the powerful? Look at this sentence...... It's so apt, and after listening to it, my heart is full of strength! Good poetry! Good poetry! Oriental poetry is really extraordinary! I heard that the East appeared a long time ago, isn't this poem the best proof......"

He immediately opened the notebook, recorded the poem, and repeated it repeatedly, as if he had found a treasure.

After a while, he sighed unsatisfactorily: "If I have the opportunity, I must go to the East to see, thank you Xueji, you let me understand the beauty of the East." ”

Snow Scar scratched her head: "It's just a poem of hearsay." ”

"I would also like to thank you again for your help in the village. ”

"Nothing, and I didn't help much. ”

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

Xueji thought for a while, smiled bitterly, and shook his head: "It's nothing ......"

I want to get out of here, can you help?

Kevin turned and looked out into the ocean beyond the railing, "You're agitated, I can see it." ”

Snowmark was silent.

"My mom used to say, don't refuse anything that fate throws at you. "She's a Protestant believer, her life is a mess, and fate hasn't brought her anything good, but there's something about it." Well, don't talk about her, I mean, there's nothing you can do right now anyway, so you might as well make good use of this time. ”

"What can I do?"

"In the village we agreed, you help me, I will teach you the art of reading, and now is the time for me to fulfill my promise. ”

"Really, you're willing to teach me, even though I didn't help......

Kevin smiled slightly: "I know you haven't learned the basics yet, I think this should be helpful to you." ”

As soon as he raised his hand, an ice arrow shot at the seabirds in the air, causing them to scatter in all directions.

"Six Styles, San. ”

Scatter is the second of the six forms, and the effect is to maintain the state of existence after the mind qi is separated from the body, which is the key to being able to use long-range skills.

Snow Mark nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and what he needed most now was knowledge about telekinesis.

"Optimistic about ......" Kevin got angry and began his lecture.